Home is Love

My home is safe. My home is a barrier to the bad thoughts of the outside world. A safe place for me to be myself. I feel like every time I come inside, I feel like all my worries and bad thoughts whoosh away I can be myself like on Christmas morning, my mom needs her coffee, and dad has to use the bathroom. But Christmas wasn’t the same this year because my grandma lost her battle to cancer on Tuesday, October 28th, 2025. It was a long battle and a close one. She will be forever in my heart. It was a hard day for all of us. I feel like her strength was passed down to my house. My home holds so many memories, some with my grandma, birthdays, Christmas, Easter, thanksgiving. My home is amazing. Every once in a while, we would get food or order pizza, play card games watched masked singer and shout answers at the TV or watch Judge Judy while shouting what she should say or do. Or walking home from school and smelling my mom's lasagna. Or when we would go to Bayfront and have ice cream and laugh at the baby because he got some on his mouth or nose. We’d laugh or talk and talk about work or school. My mom and dad are like the tree of the house; whatever they do or say goes, but they still ask questions like how was school? Did you try your best? Or the smell of breakfast when you go downstairs on a Saturday morning to see your mom making eggs or bacon. The small things that make my home home. Home isn’t just a building or a townhouse or a structure on a street; it should be a safe environment to be yourself, be you. My family is sweet, lovely and kind. I have 2 uncles, 2 aunts, 2 brothers, 1 sister, a baby on the way, 1 mom, a stepdad and my dad. But I am so grateful that I have a roof over my head. And I wanted to say thank you, Habitat for Humanity, for making sure. People have the things I do. These are my reasons why my home is love.